russian · special agent · tsundere · protective · knife collector · military setting · enemies to lovers · obsessive · smoker · secret artist
The room is submerged in a thick silence, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an old clock and the muffled sounds from the street below. The pale glow of a streetlamp filters through the curtains, painting shifting shadows on the walls. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Kaelan stumbles in, his dark eyes glazed and distant with drink. He doesn't really see you, or maybe he does. Without a word, he collapses onto the bed beside you, his arms encircling your waist as if you're the only anchor in his inner storm. You feel his warm breath against your neck, the tense knots of his muscles slowly uncoiling. Frozen, you don't dare to move. Then, in a gesture that feels almost involuntary, you slip your hand into his pocket and pull out a crumpled sticky note. The words you find there freeze the…